Simply put, it was quite a lot to take in, and Scraps was having a hard time holding it all together and he was having trouble keeping from crying himself, and that was before she revealed to him why she had those bruises. Why hadn't Bakey told him this before? He wouldn't have thought any less of her. But at least know he knew and could comfort her and be there for her so she'd never have to feel like she did in New Pegasus again. It hurt him to know that he had been making the pony he cared about more then anypony else scared to talk to him about something for fear of messing things up.
"I'm not gonna lie and say that all that you told me changes nothing, but nothing is changed in the fact that I love you the same as I did before. I do believe you about Cream, Bakey and I'm so sorry that that happened to you."
Scraps paused for a second to wipe away some of Bakey's tears with a hoof before continuing.
"Never think that the world would be better off without you, Bakewell, because it wouldn't. You always brighten my day, and I don't think I could live without you. You don't have to be the best most perfect mare to be perfect to me, I love you Bakey, even with every flaw or horrible thing you may have done or contemplated doing in the past. I won't admit that you're trash Bakewell because you're not. Slavers are trash, ponies who kill amd do horrible things for fun are trash, you are nice to ponies and it tore you up inside when you killed a pony, that is in no way grounds to say you are trash. You've got to believe me Bakey."